Musical Musings

I sat in front of the mirror

Looked horrified at the sight of terror

No! I had not seen a crime

But my face was covered with grime

Eyes widened, eyebrows raised, I frowned

At the face that was once crowned

Dark circles, scars, and forehead wrinkles

Took away mischievous eyes and its twinkles

Depressed I sat, When I heard the classic

The morning raga of the Carnatic music

Endless joy spread from the melodious voice

Inexplicable peace, I did jump and rejoice

I sang, sa-re-ga-ma-pa-da-ne-sa

Seven notes with raga and tala

Singing in chorus with my father

All delighted,I hugged my mother

I prayed Lord, singing with gratitude

For helping me sail with fortitude

Of the knowledge that is so perfect

That which the mirror didn't reflect.

Comments

Sarsij said…
Wrinkles show where the smile was....... so never mind the wrinkle.....be thankful that you got a chance to smile :)

by the way......it was yet again a good one!

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